Taking over me.

Its Friday, the term "Friday feeling" is being thrown about all over the place. Also, for our friends across the Atlantic, today is Black Friday; the Friday after thanksgiving when the shops slash all their prices for what becomes one of the most chaotic, manic shopping days ever. But back in sunny, chilly Newcastle, as I am now, there's something else on everyone's mind. Friday marks the end of the week, the end of work, and the start of what Newcastle is perhaps most famous for, nights out. If you've never experienced a piss up in geordieland, you've never lived. A typical weekend begins around 5pm, when people begin to crawl out of hibernation, braving the weather, in any number of unsuitable outfits. Without fail, there's a group of people in lewd, hilarious or confusing fancy dress hovering/stumbling around the gate in town on a Friday night. 

It can't be beaten. I live for the weekends mostly. Living at home, around 50 minutes drive from Newcastle itself, in little Chester, a weekend isn't complete if it isn't spent at one of Chester's many pubs. I know the bouncers and the bar staff, the drinks prices and even where the karaoke machine is. There really is a few perks of living at home and commuting to uni, and for me, home nights out are a big part of it. 

There's nothing I love more than getting dolled up, putting some stupidly high heels on, and heading for a long night in my local surrounded by so many familiar faces. For that song to come on, and no matter where you are; the dance floor, the smoking area or queuing impatiently at the bar, and it all just melts away. That song comes on, and everyone seems to stop, like a pre-planned, less crazy rendition of Hammer Time. And then what? Just complete awe. Smiles on everyone's faces. Problems disappear and you just all evaporate into the music, the moment. Nothing else matters, you find yourself grinning, singing and drinking, and realising how wonderful weekends really are.

Halloween is looming.

Yes. It's that time of year again. I say it every single year, I will do something for Halloween, and this year I AM. *scream, cheer, whatever you like!* I am currently wandering around the house dressed as a pirate. But wait- not just a pirate, but a kind of, I dunno, zombie pirate. Something halloween-y to put a spin on an outfit I actually nabbed from eBay (or was it Amazon?) anyhow.. This year, I'm a zombie pirate. You wouldn't actually believe the responses I got when I asked around "what should I be for Halloween?" Well, 'drunk' was a given, I'll admit that. But 'a slut' I had to laugh..yet again. My dad came in as I pranced (I dunno, not very pirate-y is it?) into the living room in my er.. Attire. He took one look at me and went "aren't you supposed to be scary?" (This was pre-scary make up application btw) and I had to fight every impulse i have to not say the very, very famous line from Mean Girls: 

"In Girl World, Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it."

Safe to say, I did not breathe a word of this to my dad. And note: it won't be slutty. Even if I am wearing fishnet stockings...

So what's everyone doing for Halloween? Are you going out or staying in and partying? What are you dressing up as? I really want to know/see! Tweet me or Instagram me: @eleanorward_